♛ | Dead Poets Society Meeting : June 19

[had_not_lived]

When; Evening of June 19th; presumably pretty late due to the dance thing |D I fail at schedule, oops ;_;
Rating; probably not past pg-13?
Characters; Any and all of the people listed here! IF I MISSED SOMEONE / YOU ARE INTERESTED IN JOINING, FEEL FREE TO PING ME!
Summary; In the spirit of passionate experimentation, the second Dead Poets Society meeting. ♥
Log;
He was tired, but pleasantly so; and somehow still full of energy despite the hour. Society meetings were always like that-- had always been at home, anyway, and it made him feel a little more at home here to find the mood the same.
The last meeting had been a little melancholy, a little subdued-- his own fault if anything, reading what he had, but it had seemed right at the time. Tonight he felt a little freer, a little cheerier, and once they'd assembled he spoke the invocation without hesitation or preamble.

"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived."

Neil grinned, leaning against a wall of their cozy little cave. He arched a brow.

"Shall we?"


[ooc; sorry it's late bbz. same deal as last time, feel free to GO NUTS.]

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[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

"Can I go first?"

Last week, Kate had just sat back and listened to everybody read, nodding every so often. She wasn't being shy; Kate didn't have the word shy in her vocabulary. It did contain the word unprepared, however. Forgetting to bring her poem along with the snacks was her downfall last time. It wouldn't be again.

"I brought something to read," she confirmed, waving a little notebook in the air, "if you guys won't yell at the noob."

[had_not_lived]

"Sure," replied Neil, with a sweeping gesture to indicate that she should take the floor. Metaphorically, at least, since there wasn't that much of a floor to take. He was still grinning-- encouragingly, he hoped, since Kate had been quiet last meeting, and he was eager to see everyone participate.

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

A small space was fine by her, really. Her mouth was big enough for all of them.

She pulled the hood of her sweater from her head as she stood up from her seat on a rock. A couple of pages were flipped before Kate found what she was searching for, with her squinting in the dim light to see the handwritten words there.

"So, this one is by Wendell Berry. Neil heard it before, so I hope I won't bore him to death with a second reading," Kate laughed before clearing her throat.

"

He comes along the street, singing,
a rag of a man, with his game foot and bum’s clothes.
He’s asking for nothing - his hands
aren’t even held out. His song
is the gift of singing, to him
and to all who will listen.

"

Her voice trailed off at the last word, signifying that she wasn't finished but instead it was a hidden question asking for permission to continue, directed at the small group before her.

[mumbled_truth]

Though quiet as ever, Todd was leaning forward, crouched on his own rock with his knees up and elbows resting on them. His hands were held in little fists against his jaw, as if they supported his head as he stretched his neck, listening intently.

When Kate paused, his eyebrows raised questioningly, his head tilting slightly to a side. He, at least, was clearly waiting for the rest.